#cohen.

          “  so  that’s  it  …  you’re  just  gonna  go  running  back  to  him  because  he  finally got  hit  hard  enough  to  remember  you  exist  ?  ” / @aftrbdy

         ❝   i   did   what   i   had   to   do.   can't   we   just   leave   it   at   that   ?   ❞

" you wanted my attention, now you got it. aren't you pleased, baby? " cohen chuckles, a step forward, forcing them back against the wall. " the way you were throwing himself at him was pathetic... i should k/ill him for even thinking about puttin' his hands on you. "

         "   hey,   question   ──   did   you   mean   to   send   me   these   photos   ?   "

cohen eyes the blonde across the table, and there's a wicked smirk on his lips. "no? you haven't decided?" he can see the waitress coming, but he waves them off. he won't put her through that, not yet. his attention casually turns to his phone, opens the app for the toy currently still inside of her. "hmm, i could decide for you." with one swipe of his finger, he turns the toy on, leans forward on the table. he drinks up her nervousness, and now, he'll drink up this. "do you want me to decide, princes?"

"   what   are   you   doing   ?   it's   too   risky   to   be   here.   "

"you --- you need to shut the fuck up, cassie," her voice is grating on his nerves, her apologies are meaningless. accusing finger points at her, before he brings his hands back. he instead, turns away from her, arms crossing over his chest. "you humiliate me, over and over again. you get off on it, don't you? or are you just too stupid to realize what you're doing when you say shit like that?" a harsh laugh, he shakes his head as he continues to look everywhere but her. he wants to make her feel small, feel invisible. "you can't do anything right. you can't even fucking wear what i tell you to, you need to dress like a slut everywhere we go, right? and don't fucking open your mouth unless you're going to ask me for forgiveness."